I frowned. “So…you have flutter-cups?” “Oh my God, yes!” She nodded eagerly. “I have flutter-cups!” “Fuck.” I couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped me. “You’re so strange.” “Say it again.” “Fuck?” She grinned. “Fuck.” “How are your flutter-cups?” “Still there, but it’s okay,” she laughed. “They don’t hurt.” “That’s good to know,” I replied. Because I think I caught them, too.
